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Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons. We can only record its moods, and
chronicle their return. With us time itself does not progress. It revolves. It seems to circle round one centre of
pain. The paralysing immobility of a life every circumstance of which is regulated after an unchangeable
pattern, so that we eat and drink and lie down and pray, or kneel at least for prayer, according to the inflexible
laws of an iron formula: this immobile quality, that makes each dreadful day in the very minutest detail like
its brother, seems to communicate itself to those external...
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De Profundis